You touch me golden
Stirring me gently
Sunkissed by your bronze glow skin
You dissolve all resistance within
Beaming beyond your flavorful smile
You serve your sleek and graceful body to me for a while
In a deep communion of fluid spirit
You are indeed the perfect fit
Rich in life and electric bright
You excite my sensual appetite

Scrumptious –
you pour like pomegranate juice between my lips
You cover me with the melted sauce of your hips
An elusive, tangy nectar sip
A yummy, elegantly seasoned dip
You enter me like hot chocolate
Sprinkled with shavings of cinnamon
Your syrupy almond eyes simmer me, impeccably
Whipping me into an indulgence supreme
Lank and lean, you move across me like cream
With a tamarind taffy taste on my tongue
You pour over me like oozing dark rum
Shaping and rolling me – sticky dough in your hand
I respond freely to your exceptional command
Stuffed and pumped to the peaks of paradise
Your delectable kisses melt my seething flesh like ice
Wrapped securely like fajitas between your luscious legs
I relish your honey-dripping gaze
And the vibrant dialog of our two souls
Enjoying a heated, sumptuous embrace
Fused minds and bodies become one taste
In a feast for the gods marinated at night
I dance for you the curried delight
A rare celebration earthy and fresh
Overwhelming our senses and blended flesh
To the rhythm of your savory, salty beat
I am effervescence at your feet
Grooving on the pungent spice of your heavenly scent
I sup the meal magnificent
Beneath the stellar display above
An organic, sweet, salsa dish of love

© TC Anderson 9/11/2003 Muscat

A glamorous gypsy aglow in a silken rosy dress

Dancing wildly and free in the encroaching darkness

Surrounded by dense mists of amber and musk fragrance

Endowed with secret powers and a gentle magnificence

Haloed by the rainbow-hued perfume of love

She dazzles under the lapis lazuli heavens above

 

Lovingly decorated with as many orange and olive trees

As there are Babels of visiting tribes and ethnicities

Who greedily savor her sweet, delicate broth

Melded by her subtlety like a hand-woven cloth

A blended aphrodisiac of splendid sights, scents, and sounds

A sacred trance mélange that with ultimate joy she abounds

 

She trembles with delight to the throb of a million cars

Traversing her luminous show under a shawl of ardent stars

Competing fiercely with vivid dashes of red and yellow flowers

Long into the sanguine post meridian hours

Enticing strolling passersby to indulge a rich and reverent sleep

Amid her luring haven of comfort and blessings buried deep

 

Flinging wide her massive engraved wooden door

Bearing intricate carvings of symbols of yore

Adorned with hand-molded ornaments of iron, copper, and brass

She opens to sweet vistas of villages in valleys of emerald grass

Populated by genuine faces polished with wisdom and grace

In which kohl-lined, sultry eyes chant psalms of a brave nomadic race

 

Her sandy Kasbahs and ancestral palaces glimmering brightly

With a dreamlike enchantment of the soul offered nightly

She performs a dulcet seduction with a cosmic synergy

Casting enduring spells of magic with a timeless energy

With hennaed hands covered by talismans both new and old

Crafting glazed earthenware, emblazoned silver daggers, and kaftans of gold

 

She tenderly tucks in that indigo tune of nascent night

Between hoof drops of horse-drawn carriages in mid flight

Stepping gingerly around the omnipresent buzz and drones

Of motor scooters and natural beauty painted in muted tones

Skirting myriad turquoise pools, dark Koi ponds, and gurgling fountains

At the feet of the majestic snow-crested Atlas Mountains

 

Choruses of diverse birds dim their passionate serenade

In the shadow of a thousand date palms ostentatiously on parade

Jealously guarding their Andalusian jewelry-laden treasure

A chimera shining in the heart of this rustic land of pleasure

Like some kaleidoscopic dervish endlessly whirling

Saturating her surrounds with a riot of aromas and colors swirling

 

Beneath an icy moon pregnant with mystery gliding by

Trailing a veil of glistening plumes across a darkening sky

Blessed by rising Venus’ caress and fervent ritual of the muse

Marrakech welcomes with warm embrace the weary traveler’s blues

Transforming strangers with her healing touch into lifelong friends

Within her soothing aura of tranquility that never ends

 

© TCAnderson 3/25/05 Marrakech

Where did you go?

 

I felt your warmth so near

Palpably seeping from your body with each heart beat into mine

only beams of the poet's moon teased their way between us

a mysterious gravitational force

pulling me even closer to you

making me crave you like some syrupy desire

 

I laid awake in the dark

wondering where you were

recalling the smooth intricacies of your voice

your crooked smile

your tender fingers intertwined with mine

staring into your absent gaze

still sensing your suffocating presence hovering in the light spring air

until the appearance of the Marrakech sun

 

 © TC Anderson 3/22/05 Marrakech

You arch over me

dauntingly, intellectually

instigating my desire for a secret portal through the ethers

by which to connect your succulent essence with my own

soak into myself your voluptuous cinnamon warmth

your sweet paprika effervescence

your hot peppercorn kisses

barely brushing against my lips

like the petals of fresh rosebuds on my cheek

your breath - a soft chocolate caress

licking my neck

whispering my name

a low flame - insistent, yet elusive

leaving me panting for more

your magnificent thoughts taunting red corpuscles to a rapid boil

only to reduce my passion to an elaborate simmer

 

I am sure to caramelize and combust

within the full immersion of your delectable embrace

when finally we meet

and blend the two halves of our aching hearts

 © TC Anderson 2/20/05  Casablanca

Your words make me wonder

who cares for you, takes care of you, makes you tea in the evening

when the sky grows dark, cold, and heavy with events of the day

that yearn to be lain aside as the grass prepares to slumber

 

who boils the water that promises to give so much despite its purity

who sifts through the petals that carry longing, love and destiny in their every fiber

who tends to the vapor filled pot that holds the secrets of the universe and nature's vibrancy to be transferred to your spirit from the sacrifice of the earth

who stirs your soul in winter and warms your heart and hearth

who transforms your weariness to comfort and your wishes into dreams fulfilled

who follows your every thought with interest and that special insight that only loved ones possess

who subtly pours moments of innocence and kindness into your loving cup

who blows soft ripples across the fluids of your life

restoring your joy

© TCAnderson 1/17/05 Casablanca